At his last job, Patrick had some unused vacation time that would need to be cashed out. I really wanted it to be just for him, to buy something that he would enjoy... that would be a fun blessing. Something like a flat screen TV or a Vespa. Well, he's been very enthused about this new prospect!!! Last Sunday, he decided he wanted to look at Vespas and asked my dad to go up to SLO to test drive one, because he didn't have a permit yet.
Everyone, meet my dad. Dean. He is a Harley Davidson riding, former police officer who has been shot at in the line of duty. He has been a patrolman, a detective, a narc, and a motorcycle officer, among other things.
Alright, back to the Vespa. My dad got on that cute, little scooter, took a ride around the block and came back with... "That thing is squirrelly and small." "A guy on a Harley stopped next to me and I just wanted to die of embarrassment." "If you are going to use this to commute, why don't you look at a real bike?" (Nothing against Vespas, mind you... I still very much like their classic, 'Roman Holiday-esque' styling, but when my father starts talking about motorcycles, there's simply no turning back.)
After that, it was all over. This past week should be deemed motorcycle week here at Casa Z. I'm going to have to break out my faux leather newsboy cap in honor of it, cause I'm just not going to get a tattoo.
In the midst of all this motorcycle talking, motorcycle brochure looking, motorcycle dealership going, motorcycle internet researching, motorcycle cruise night attending week, my parents hugely blessed Patrick by offering to pay for a huge chunk of his new motorcycle. He was completely floored, and to make a long week short, he went and bought a motorcycle today.
Here is my Cool Rider
I wanted the Cherry Red... isn't she pretty??
He looks cute, don't you think?
Women friends keep saying that they are really surprised I let him do this... should I be worried?